The eleven o'clock hour has crept up on me ..
Time's checking up on the dreamer who's eavesdropping
on the crickets just outside his open window ...
Shaking up words , throwing them on the table , picking
out the coal from the gold and the occasional blue diamond ....
Connecting the Pleiades and the Moon with an index finger ,
blowing a fantasy from open hand across his starlit creative theater ..